You go with life to see where life will lead you,
but it cuts your throat and as you lay there bleeding you wonder what the hell this life is all about.


Do we grow a second skin, put up a sign, let no one in?
It's on my mind.


Do we shout it from the mountain top? I need no leader,
would it stop?
It's on my mind.


I go on endlessly or so it seems to fulfil my nightmare, but in some half baked crazy dreams which I won't share here I'm freer than I've ever been.